I was drinking my way through whatever remained unameliorated and ranking the great conquests, from the Crusades on down to my own.
I was querrelous before I was conciliatory. I wanted to teach the jukebox a lesson.
I was breaking down the thisnthat; infuriating myself with insouciant carps as regarded the minute unchangeables; shaking the superflux unto wretches for to show the heavens more just.
I made some astute observations which lent poignancy to the absent and apropos. I shook unto myself because there was no justice outside of heaven. I reverently reappraised the early short texts of Padgett Powell.
I was drinking my way through whatever I shook unto myself—I was drinking my waythrough—I was drinking my way—I was drinking my—and ranking the great—I drank and ranked—I shook—and
I ranked you even with the seizure of Hawaii from its sweaty resplendent natives—small if we're talking relative scale; an absolute tragedy with regard to itself.
